Nuclear Bomb

Carve my message on a tablet, archeologists dug. Enchanted blessing through the madness in the midst of the dust. Casting magic, you understand if you trust. Love leads from dawn to dusk. You’ll hear it if you hush. You must. Not act like anesthetic, Cut off feeling for comfort. You use needles for cosmetics, Pathetic. Fake smiles prosthetic. I’m just mad and honest, far from prophetic. I tell you all that I know, but that defiles my ethic. Direction subjective. Take the lines you like and leave the rest to rest. I ain’t no starving ascetic. I make sure the table is set. I’m full. No need for idols, they keep me idle. Pedestals making targets. Don’t tout a title. Creating rivals. I put that on the Bible. Dig it up from the past. Like the stories of Michael, We see how greatness will last. polemics, cycles. We’re hot then gone in a flash. Menopausal like dash. Survival seen from what’s dug up from ash. Right? Looking at our younger selves like a past life. We must fall, to reach new heights. Old skin shed, look at the pretty stripes. Only once you know you are dead can you be free from the fear of life. I love the fear of life. It just means that I care. We’re past the third strike. But hey look we still here. I love the fear of life. It just means that I care. We’re past the third strike. But hey look we still here. But hey look we still here. This ain’t cynical, it’s cyclical. I said it many times, I doubt it sounds original. The story repeating, some motifs from the biblical. Epics and interludes. The hero that’s missing home, Gods that don’t do interviews, Heretics stoned. The apathetic veteran that’s scrounging for food. The ones that hate to love so they don’t. A rock might skip, but I doubt that it floats. You might be hoping for more, closing history’s door. We’re missing a lot. They said the spire of babel don’t have a top. Only ways up, and the corrosion it caught. The birds sing for us: why do you say they mock? Which one of us is lost? I cough. We’re hot then gone in a flash. Menopausal like dash. Survival seen from what’s dug up from ash. Right? Looking at our younger selves like a past life. We must fall, to reach new heights. Old skin shed, look at the pretty stripes. Only once you know you’re dead can you be free from the fear of life. I love the fear of life. It just means that I care. We’re past the third strike. But hey look we still here. I love the fear of life. It just means that I care. We’re past the third strike. But hey look we’re still here. But hey look we still here, I get the message is weird as I’ve written it and as it appears. Don’t get me wrong this ain’t all positive, but I’d say that it’s near. Some dark direction. But the darkness is powerful it gives me —. A second to think. A space from the fire, I can be calm and get a drinks. I’ve spent too much time with myself burning to separate links. All the love that I have, I’ll be dammed if I sink. I figure that’s a cost that’s worth it, I can’t wash off my sin. I attempt the honesty it takes to be him. A nuanced medicine tastes like shit but you’ll see success if you persist it’s all you see. Words have weight, song has breath. It’s simple tho, do what you can’t because they won’t. It’s sink or swim, but i know that we float. Hope been speaking more than my logic. In face of what we know is upon us, There’s better days that we’re watching. It don’t come from that office, it comes from static absconding. Peel back the polish